Love Makes Blind

[Elia's Point of View]

I didn't want to say good bye to him, but here I stood at the airport with my arms around his neck kissing him lovingly.
“I have to go now, Elia.” Paul mumbled against my lips.
I held onto him tighter. “Please don't go.” I begged as he pulled away and held both my hands in his.
“Remember I love you.” He said and kissed me again.
“Don't go.” I said with tears in my eyes as I felt my heart tear.
“I have to, monster.” Paul brushed his fingers through my hair.
“I'll miss you.” I said and hugged him.

“I'll miss you too, every second of everyday, but I'll be back in six months.”
I bit my lip and held back my tears. “I love you, Paul.”
“I love you more than my life.” Paul kissed my knuckles before he let go of my hands slowly.
I heard him say good bye to his mother; she had walked a little away to give us privacy. Tears started running down my cheeks and my hands clung to my chest and the little wood craved wolf.

My head started spinning as I tried to blink away tears. I pressed my hand against my temple and flinched as a feeling of something sharp going through my head made my head pound. I blinked again and wiped away the tears.

I let out a gasp as I caught a glimpse of Paul's back just as he walked around the corner. My knees buckled under me and I started falling towards the floor. Melinda grabbed my elbow and steadied me.
“Are you feeling okay, Elia?” She asked me in a concerned voice.
I turned my head and stared straight into her eyes. My eyes were wide in shock.
Melinda's eyes widened as well when she noticed that I saw her. “Elia, can you see me?”
I nodded slowly.
“Do you want me to go stop Paul? Or drive you to the hospital?” She put her hand on my forehead to check if I had a fever.

“No, Paul's leaving. I feel fine. Can you just drive me home?” I asked and blinked again, just to make sure I wasn't imagining things.
Melinda got a crease between her eyebrows as she furrowed them in concern. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I need to get back home and talk to Darin, he is a doctor after all.” I put on a smile to hide the emotions that raced through me. I wanted to let out a scream.

Melinda agreed and the drive back to La Push was mostly silent. I stared out at the green forest, thinking that it was prettier than the last time I could see, not that I really remembered what it looked like; it was so many years since I lost my sight again. Melinda stopped outside my house and I got out of the car and promised to call her later and let her know how I was doing.

Instead of walking inside the house I walked down the way that led to first beach, but I didn't go to the beach, I continued up the trail to the cliffs. My lips were trembling because of the tears I was holding back. I stood at the edge of the cliffs and closed my eyes. I drew in a deep breath before I opened them again and stared out at the sea. The clouds were thin, and the rain just a light drizzle. There were no waves under me because of the lack of wind. A perfect day for cliff diving. I had been up here many times with Paul and the pack, so they could dive, but I hadn't jumped of the cliff myself since the time Paul threw the both of us out in the waves because I needed to trust him. I had ever since.

A smile played at my lips as I started walking backwards away from the edge.
“If you can do this Elia,You'll do great.” I said to myself as I took of running forwards I flew out in the open air and let out a shrill squeal as I dropped towards the gray ocean. Relief flooded through me as I went through the surface.
I was quick to resurface and grateful that I was a good swimmer as I swam my way back to the beach.
“You'll do great.”

I let out a laugh as I walked over the sand. I fell to my knees as I laughed loud and hysterical. I must have looked like a lunatic to people passing by but I didn't care because I would do great.
I didn't bother with brushing the sand of my wet clothes as I walked at a slow pace back to my home. Neither Leah nor Darin was home so I went to the bathroom to get a shower with a smile on my lips.

The smile stayed on my lips until it turned into a frown when I removed my sweater and top. I saw the three long scars that went from my right armpit and down over my ribcage. I started to wonder how Paul could love me when I looked like such a freak. The desperation came creeping in on me.
“You'll do great.” I repeated.

Why should I let almost five year old scars bother me? They hadn't before. I was beautiful none the less, I saw as I looked over the rest of my body and face. I had aged, I noticed my body looked more curvy and woman like. My face was slimmer, cheekbones more prominent. I removed the rest of my clothing and took a quick shower.

I found clothes in my dresser and put them on before I sat down at my bed with my legs crossed and started thinking. What should I do now? I could stay here, I would probably get the job, or maybe I could even get a job as a teacher now that I could see. But was that what I wanted? Did I want to stay in La Push now that Paul wasn't here?

I knew the answer to all those question and I found my cellphone to call the person I knew would help me arrange the necessary things.